The Inventor's Secret

Not all weapons are guns or blades; the most dangerous are subtle, hidden.

We are all prisoners of circumstance at one point or another.

This is why I keep telling Ash to get you a cat or a bird. Guns aren't proper pets.

...men are poor soldiers in love's war. And it is a war-one that never ends.

Charlotte held out her hand. She was somewhat surprised when Linnet suddenly embraced her. "Keep those claws sharp, kitten. I hope we'll meet again soon." Hugging the girl tightly, Charlotte felt her throat closing and her eyes pricking with heat. "I hope so too.

Well, hello, Charlotte... Today I play the part of your dearest friend, a kindred spirit and sole confidante. Feel free to whisper your darkest secrets to me - it's all part of the guise, of course. You can trust me not to share. - Linnet

So she doesn't... service men?"... "Only when she gets bored, or so she says." ... "Linnet -" "Seems very brave and very capable... I liked her.

The House of Winter - such a happy family are we. - Coe

You do realize this means you're leaving Birch and Scoff in charge of the Catacombs.... And you aren't worried that half of the caverns will be blown apart while we're gone? Or that we'll return to find the children have purple skin and hair that looks and smells like berries? - Charlotte

Planning?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Me?

Now you have to kiss me so my feelings aren't hurt." "I meant to hurt your feelings," Charlotte said. "I guess that means I'll have to kiss you myself so I feel better.

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